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[FoxerOwl]

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note to self: use paju idea

name ideas:
mizu / water in japanese
shenmi / mystery in chinese


was in the water searching for the girl [refer to paju story here] when he was caught in a very, very tiny net. his tail bent the wrong way and was breaking, when suddenly the net swayed to the side and came in contact with the boat propeller. it broke all of his bones in his tail, just shattered them, as well as gave him horrible scars and cuts and bruises. after getting out of the net, the doctors said his bones would never heal properly and would heal jagged and be fragile and flimsy; so they removed the broken bones in a surgery and put in metal implants, metal bones and supports. However, the metal is heavy and the doctors put it in wrong. it is so heavy and so badly put in, that his nerves aren't connected correctly and he cannot move his tail in any way shape or form. he cant even pick it up with his paws/hands, its so bad. and so thats how this nightmare started.

[stride]

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My username is Stride c:



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Quinncyl
(kwin-cil)
The rootword "Quin" is of Gaelic origin, meaning 'councel', or in some translations, 'intelligent'.
he'd prefer if you'd call him Quinn though c:


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Many speculate on why exactly his tail droops. Some assume some tragic accident made his tail absolutely unusable, others say he's faking it for attention. The more imaginative whisper about how he must be leading a double life, and how he got it broken in a gang fight. The truth behind his droopy tail is a lot less tragic than it would seem.

When Quinn was a small child, he had a very weak immune system. Different viruses wormed their way through the young kia's body, leaving him bedridden for weeks on end. Doctors put him on many different medications to keep his illnesses at bay. His childhood was mostly confined to a single twin bed.

Seeing as he was bedridden most of the time, he had no need for lifting his tail. In the rare times he could go out and walk around, he was so weak that his tail dragged along the ground, so heavy that it made him unable to lift it. This left the muscles at the base of his tail fragile and weak, so even when he wanted to lift it, he couldn't. Doctors told him that he would not be able to lift his tail again, and since it wasn't causing him any harm or pain, surgery would not be needed to correct the dead muscles.

That didn't bother him though. It was the stares that bothered him. Once a classmate, a little girl, walked up to him, tugged on his tail, and asked him if he could feel it at all. As a shy kid, that did not do him any favors to his self-esteem level. He just blushed, nodded, and turned away, mentally cursing himself for being so bashful. Sometime after that incident, his parents decided to home school him, and keep him at home because of his weak immune system. The world held too many germs that he couldn't handle at that young age.

Now that he's all grown up though, his immune system has strengthened, making him completely average. He still has to go to the doctors every few months to make sure he is on the correct track, but either than that, he's a completely normal kiamara, on the inside at least.



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When Quinncyl was young, and confined to a bed, he had a picture of the Eiffel Tower just above his head on the opposite wall, making his eye naturally draw to the brightly colored city. The image was taken at night, when the lights shone bright and the chatter of people could almost be heard through the photo itself. Starting from a young age, Quinncyl wanted to see the world outside his bedroom door.

Interestingly, he never dreamed of being rich, like other kiamaras his age might. He never wanted to live beneath bleach white walls, the floors and ceilings melting into one bland color, with hallways that the smaller kiamara could get easily lost in. Mansions bored him, with their endless rooms and empty, echoing openings that reminded him of a ghost town.

Quinncyl always dreamed of saving up enough money, booking a ticket to Paris, and house hunting in the light of the Eiffel Tower. He'd get a small, fixer-upper apartment where he'd cook by candlelight in an outdated kitchen. He'd eat his meals on a small terrace, while watching tourists squabble around, pointing and taking pictures of various sight-seeing destinations, while reminiscing the fact that, although he feels alone, everyone is interconnectied like the roots of grass, creating a blanket of green that could stretch across the continents.

Quinncyl had always had a strong feeling of wanderlust when he looked at that poster on his bedroom wall.



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=Fussy=
He's a bit of fussy person when it comes to cleanliness and such. He believes that everything has a place, and he will find that place, one discarded item at a time. His room is the epitome of clean, with everything on a shelf or neatly tucked away into his closet.

=Punctual=
If you tell Quinn to show up at a certain time, he will be there. He doesn't like to leave people hanging around, waiting for him, and feeling like he stood them up. Of course, that doesn't mean that he likes to be social, its just that he's trusts his friends to make good decisions based on his level of comfort.

=Stubborn=
If you try to force Quinn to make a decision, he will drop everything and flat out say no. This absolutely infuriates some people, and others admire him for his bluntness. It has taken a while for Quinn to build up enough courage to say no, and he stands by the belief that he will make his own decisions of his own time.

=Bashful=
Quinn is not a people person. He almost has a sixth sense for when people set their gaze on his limp tail, which immediately causes him to blush like a maiden, and want to run and hide. This can make interacting with him a bit difficult, as he's very shy, and probably wont meet your eye if your talking to him.

=Gentle=
Although he may have a 'don't talk to me' exterior, Quinn is a very gentle person, especially when regarding children. He sees hope in them that he can't see in the rest of the world, so children are a very special thing to him. He's very calm with them, and they give him a simple, happy feeling after he talks to a kid. They show him a special kind of hope that was taken from him, after loosing the abilities of his tail.

=Apathetic=
Quinn shows little emotion to anyone, really. He tends not to hold anything to much importance, causing him to be a bit numb in most situations. This can be frustrating to some people, as he tends not to be easily excited, and may appear bored with conversations about deeply personal things. He doesn't mean to be aloof, it's just sort of ingrained in his personality.

=Skeptical=
As a person of logic and reasoning, Quinn was never a child who liked fairy tales. While the other kids swooned over princes and princesses, Quinn was trying to find a reason that a dragon would ever exist, let alone want to kidnap a royal. He was always more realistic in life, which made him seen sullen to the people around him.



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Quinn woke up that morning feeling the need of sand between his feet, and salt on his skin. He had to visit the ocean today. It was warm, and bright out, and he was not going to let this day go to waste. So, taking a deep breath, he stepped outside his small home, and began his trek to the nearby cliff side.

Quinn lived in a small ocean town, surrounded by water, with cliffs falling off into white beaches. Taking the time to find a safe way down proved rewarding to the determined, as the sandy white beaches were almost always empty. Standing near the edge of the cliff, feeling the wind buffet his fur, as the white-hot sun beat down on his warming back, he let out a content sigh, and a small smile. It wasn't often he had to urge to go out and enjoy himself, but he was happy with being alone on this beautiful day. There were a few lazy clouds in the sky, but none dared to crowd the suns rays.

The day would have been perfect.

Something behind him caught his eye. About ten feet behind him, a shiny piece of metal glittered in the sun. His tail was unknowingly entangled in some roots from a nearby tree, clinging with all its might to the rough, unforgiving angle of the drop off. The cliff was short here, only around ten to fifteen feet at the highest points, and it was one of Quinn's favorite places to be alone on pretty days.

Naturally, being as unlucky as he was, this set him up for disaster.

When Quinn took a step forward to check out the glittering piece of metal, and his tail gave a sharp tug, causing him to take a couple long steps back, and subsequently he stepped into open air. His tail, useless as it was, caused him to fall, back first, off the small cliffside. Tumbling downward, pain laced itself through his body with jolts and bumps, and he let out an involuntary yelp of pain. Scraggly plants tore at his fur, and rocks scratched at his skin, until his descent finally leveled out. Face-first in the sand, he lay there gasping, trying to remember how to breathe. The tumble knocked the wind out of him, and while nothing was broken, he had a couple long scratches down his side. He should have considered himself lucky, if the pain hadn't been too loud in his brain for rational thought at the moment.

After he began to breathe normally, he sat there, unmoving, and evaluated his situation. He was currently laying on his back, paws towards the air, with his head pointed towards the rolling ocean waves. He could hear the gentle waves lap against the -now wretched- white sand, as he gave a small groan of pain. Rolling over to his side, he lay there, unmoving, trying to regain his bearings, until he heard that godforsaken squawk in his ear. Growling, he opened his eyes to near-slits, to see the seagull who had made it's presence to him known, standing before him, staring at him with glassy, black eyes. It gave another high-pitched squawk, tilting its head, and waddling around him. Giving a growl if indignation, Quinn swiped his paw towards the bird, effectively scaring it into flying off, and more importantly, leaving him alone to his somewhat childish self pity.

In it's frightened wake of leaving, the bird left two white, pristine feathers lying in the sand before him. The purity of the feathers quickly caught his sight as he lay there. Sighing, he got up off the ground. Shaking sand out of his fur, he walked over to the feathers slowly. Looking around him, as if he might get caught and apprehended for taking the feathers, he bend his head down to sniff at the feathers. Apparently satisfied, he placed the feathers at the base of his mane, wearing them as a keepsake for his tumble, and more importantly, as a reminded to be more aware of his tail at all times. A careless mistake made him take a long fall, and did not want to repeat that situation ever again.

He went home with his feathers, to assess the damage he may have caused himself.


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(songs may contain vulgar language and mature content)

••Turn Off the Lights - Panic! at the Disco••
I've got my heavy heart to hold me down
Once it falls apart my head's in the clouds
So I'm taking every chance I got
Like the man I know I'm not

••The Mighty Fall - Fall Out Boy••
If you ask me two's a whole lot lonelier than one
Baby we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it
'Cause you think, you think your only crime is that you got caught

••We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed - Los Campesinos!••
By the glow of a thousand fireflies in a travelodge en-suite:
They think the future's bright as halogen,
but we know it's pretty bleak

••This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy••
I wrote the gospel on giving up
But the real bombshells have already sunk
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or hearts,
No, more like p-p-p-parties

••I Am Not A Robot - Marina and the Diamonds••
You've been hanging with the unloved kids
Who you never really liked and you never trusted
But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins
Never committing to anything
You don't pick up the phone when it ring-ring-rings
Don't be so pathetic, just open up and sing



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•Taps his foot when bored or nervous
•Sneezes extra loud
•Cannot stand the smell of peanut butter
•Ends declarative sentences with in interrogative inflection?
•Often seems to go out of his way to answer the exact question that was asked of him instead what the questioner obviously meant (ex. "whats up?")
•When stressed or lying, speaks from the corner of his mouth
•Always has change in his pocket to give to beggars or homeless
•Randomly wanders or paces when bored, even at odd times (the middle of the night, in class, etc.)
•Loathes getting photographed
•Knows a lot of useless trivia about various subjects


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✓ Rain
✓ Small children
✓ Baths
✓ Iced coffee
✓ Banana bread

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☓ Ghosts
☓ Spiders
☓ Dark hallways
☓ Salsa
☓ Birds

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(A fun game I made where you have to click the ghosts to save Quinncyl)

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reserving here <3
For the reasoning as to why he can't lift his tail, my concept is that he is an insomniac. Please don't take this idea!

[jayus]

Mark ouo

[koi97]

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[Luna-puppy]

Putting all my focus towards another lovely~
But I'll be watching to see where this pretty goes~

[Pyromaniacal]

maaaaaaaark <3

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[NizoLuv]

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